Eia no ka uku la, o ka wa’a. [63]
[Translation.]
Password—Song
In the uplands, the darting flame-bird of La’a,
While smoke and mist blur the woodland,
Is keen for the breath of frost-bitten flowers.
A fickle flower is man—
A trick this not native to you.
Come thou with her who is calling to thee;
A call to the man to come in